Ruthless Villain Songtext
von Eazy‐E
Ruthless Villain Songtext
Yo Dre, how much time we got left on this tape?
′Bout a couple of minutes
Well let me bust a freestyle then
Aight, go 'head
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
Leave your s—t unlocked and he′s stealin'
So call the police cause that's all you could do but
He′ll get away without leavin′ a clue
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this s—t
'Ey yo Yella boy why don′t you rewind it?
'Ey man you gotta get more hyped up than that
D—n, man why don′t you pump the s—t up so it could f—k wit' my eardrums a little bit?
Aight bet
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
Leave your s—t unlocked and he′s stealin'
So call the police cause that's all you could do, but
He′ll get away without leavin′ a clue
Keepin' s—t in control like the neighborhood chief, but
Referred to as a walking thief
They say he′s a bad influence for the kids on the block
Why the f—k they blamin' him, he′s the one that they jock
Keepin' n—gas in line, whoever f—ks with his rhyme
And before you f—k with him, you gotta f—k with his nine
Not scared to pull the trigger, on a punk ass n—ga
A n—ga he could whoop his ass, cause he′s bigger
Size don't mean s—t, he's from the old school fool
He′s a villain from the streets, and he′s supposed to rule
Not sayin' he′s the s—t, but he's down for mine
He was put on the streets to keep n—gas in line
Never givin′ a f—k, who's ever jealous of E
Because I know that he′s a n—ga that you want to be
He can't help it, he's the s—t, but the don′t hold s—t back
He′s a gangsta in black, and he's about to attack
′Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin′ s—t up
Don't come in my face, poppin′ no kind of junk
Eazy-E's in control, and if you press your luck
I'll smoke you like that, and won′t give a f—k
Nickname Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8-Ball junkie
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
You can lock up yo′ s—t, he's still stealin′
Gettin' respect, ′cause the boy kicks butt
But the real meaning is, he don't give a f—k
It′s Eazy-E in the crowd, but he's not in the 4
Watchin' his money flow, as he collects from his h—s
All expenses paid, for the rhymes that he made
Gold trophies in the house, for the girls that he laid
Not a wimp he′s a p—p, now of course he′s the boss
So keep your b—ch out his face, or else she's gonna get tossed
Too hard to be f—ked with, the boy got heart
Wanna f—k with him, he′ll rip your head apart
Gangsta gangsta, that's what they yellin′
But him with his gangsta stroll, he keeps bailin'
Wherever he goes, there′s no discussion but silence
They say that he's the one, promotin' gang violence
That′s a lie he′s just a critic, on that whack bulls—t
So let me tell you motherf—kers, who you f—kin' wit′
'Cause I′m a ruthless villain, cold tearin' s—t up
Don′t come in my face, poppin' no kind of junk
Eazy-E's in control, and if you press your luck
I′ll smoke you like that, and won′t give a f—k
Nickname Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8-ball junkie
Yo Ren
What's up?
Let′s get the f—k outta here
′Bout a couple of minutes
Well let me bust a freestyle then
Aight, go 'head
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
Leave your s—t unlocked and he′s stealin'
So call the police cause that's all you could do but
He′ll get away without leavin′ a clue
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this s—t
'Ey yo Yella boy why don′t you rewind it?
'Ey man you gotta get more hyped up than that
D—n, man why don′t you pump the s—t up so it could f—k wit' my eardrums a little bit?
Aight bet
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
Leave your s—t unlocked and he′s stealin'
So call the police cause that's all you could do, but
He′ll get away without leavin′ a clue
Keepin' s—t in control like the neighborhood chief, but
Referred to as a walking thief
They say he′s a bad influence for the kids on the block
Why the f—k they blamin' him, he′s the one that they jock
Keepin' n—gas in line, whoever f—ks with his rhyme
And before you f—k with him, you gotta f—k with his nine
Not scared to pull the trigger, on a punk ass n—ga
A n—ga he could whoop his ass, cause he′s bigger
Size don't mean s—t, he's from the old school fool
He′s a villain from the streets, and he′s supposed to rule
Not sayin' he′s the s—t, but he's down for mine
He was put on the streets to keep n—gas in line
Never givin′ a f—k, who's ever jealous of E
Because I know that he′s a n—ga that you want to be
He can't help it, he's the s—t, but the don′t hold s—t back
He′s a gangsta in black, and he's about to attack
′Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin′ s—t up
Don't come in my face, poppin′ no kind of junk
Eazy-E's in control, and if you press your luck
I'll smoke you like that, and won′t give a f—k
Nickname Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8-Ball junkie
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain
You can lock up yo′ s—t, he's still stealin′
Gettin' respect, ′cause the boy kicks butt
But the real meaning is, he don't give a f—k
It′s Eazy-E in the crowd, but he's not in the 4
Watchin' his money flow, as he collects from his h—s
All expenses paid, for the rhymes that he made
Gold trophies in the house, for the girls that he laid
Not a wimp he′s a p—p, now of course he′s the boss
So keep your b—ch out his face, or else she's gonna get tossed
Too hard to be f—ked with, the boy got heart
Wanna f—k with him, he′ll rip your head apart
Gangsta gangsta, that's what they yellin′
But him with his gangsta stroll, he keeps bailin'
Wherever he goes, there′s no discussion but silence
They say that he's the one, promotin' gang violence
That′s a lie he′s just a critic, on that whack bulls—t
So let me tell you motherf—kers, who you f—kin' wit′
'Cause I′m a ruthless villain, cold tearin' s—t up
Don′t come in my face, poppin' no kind of junk
Eazy-E's in control, and if you press your luck
I′ll smoke you like that, and won′t give a f—k
Nickname Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8-ball junkie
Yo Ren
What's up?
Let′s get the f—k outta here
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
